The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 89: Sleep

Chapter 89, go to sleep

Murong Jie suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand, and greeted her.

Zi An sat beside him and looked at him.

"You give this king a sip, and this king will tell you a secret, a secret related to you." Murong Jie said very seriously.

Zi An hesitated, her secret? What secret does she have that he knows but he doesn't? Is it the original owner's secret? Although the memory of the original owner left in his brain is still there, there is a part of it missing.

She was moved, but still shook her head, "You have to take the drink yourself. You can take it yourself when you feel better."

Although she's very interested, she still has her profession as a doctor.

Murong Jie's head sank, "A girl who is too stubborn is not attractive."

Zi An put his hands in the bed, "patients who are too disobedient don't please the doctor."

Murong Jie looked at her face and couldn't help but stretched out his hand again, "Your face is like a tabby cat, go get some medicine."

"I can't see it, there are no mirrors here, but don't worry, the skin injury will heal soon." Zian didn't even disinfect.

"Bring it here." Murong Jie ordered with a straight face.

Zi An shook her head, "No need..."

"Second time!" Murong Jie became stern.

Zi An had to take out a bottle of ointment from the sleeve bag. This ointment is specially designed to deal with minor trauma and has the effect of disinfection and astringency. It was bought by Xiao Tuo from Baohualin.

Murong Jie took the ointment, twisted the cap, smelled it, and tried to struggle, but found that he didn't even have the slightest strength, so he could only say in a low voice, "Come closer, this damned king can't get up. "

Zi An had to sit closer. Sitting so close to him made him feel more relaxed than when we met from a distance before, at least there was no sense of oppression.

However, without this sense of oppression, it was a little more uncomfortable and awkward, because his breathing was just below hers, and the handsome face in big capital reflected a kind of gentle color in his eyes .

His fingers dug out some ointment and dabbed it lightly on her face. The pulp of his fingers was thick and tingling on the wound.

In fact, he has been extremely gentle, but this kind of battlefield warrior is also a nobleman, where has he ever done the work of serving people?

However, the ointment is cold, and it is very comfortable to apply on the face. After the sting, it is cool and comfortable, and she is so exhausted that she almost lies down to sleep.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw his long eyelashes blinking below, indescribably bewitching.

This wonderful man will be her husband in the future. Thinking like this, the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably, showing a shy and happy look.

"What do you want to do when you look like a nympho?" Murong Jie tapped her lips with his finger, and the smell of the ointment remained on his finger, which was a little cold.

Zi'an raised her head quickly, coughed, her face flushed red, "No, I'm thinking about something."

Murong Jie said displeasedly; "I haven't finished painting yet, continue."

Zi An is annoyed by her own failure to live up to her expectations.

Where could this man be hers? God would never treat her so favorably. Even if she married her, it was only because of a conspiracy, and the last thing she needed was a marriage that used each other.

When she brought her face closer, she calmed down a lot.

After painting, Murong Jie sighed softly, "I'm thirsty, give me a sip of soju."

Zi An burst out laughing, "Don't think about it!"

"Even if you put a little cotton on this king's lips, that's fine."

Seeing that he was obsessed with this sip, Zi An could only sigh softly like he did, "Just put it on your lips!"

She got up, took the clean cotton used for disinfection, spooned a little out of the wine jar, dipped it in the cotton, and then took it and gently printed it on his lips.

Because of the fever and coma for a few days, his lips were very dry, and the wine was moistened, so he licked his lips twice with his tongue, and looked at Zian with interest, "Print it again!"

Zi An used that ball of cotton to print again, Murong Jie frowned and said, "You have to get wet again."

Zi'an threw the cotton ball away, "No, let's take a bite."

"Just one more sip?" Murong Jie's eyes widened and he looked at him with dissatisfaction, "I don't even know what wine tastes like."

Zi An stood up, "If you can't drink, then drink the medicine, and you don't need to drink it when you're awake."

"A doctor like you doesn't consider patients at all." Murong Jie muttered.

Zi An ignored him and went out to warm the medicine.

He brought the medicine in and saw him lying quietly on the bed, with an indescribable expression of sadness or anger on his face.

Seeing her coming in, he immediately restrained himself and looked at her sideways with a more relaxed expression.

Zi Jian was stunned that he couldn't see him just now, and sat by the bed and fed medicine with a spoon.

He cooperated very well, drank all the medicine, and then, under the pillow, heaved a long sigh of relief.

He didn't ask a word about his move here after his own injury, as if he wasn't interested at all.

Zi An placed the medicine bowl and yawned involuntarily.

Murong Jie looked at her, "Come up and sleep."

Zi An turned around and almost thought she heard it wrong, "What?"

"You sleep inside." Murong Jie said indifferently.

"I'll just lie down on the table." Zi An said and sat down, her heart pounding.

"If you don't come up, I won't take medicine tomorrow." He didn't call himself the king.

Zi An frowned, "If you don't drink the medicine, you won't cooperate with the treatment. You are the one who suffers."

"Obviously I don't care." Murong Jie said coolly.

Zi An had a surge of anger for no reason, "That's your body, why don't you care? Everyone cares about their own."

Murong Jie closed his eyes, "Come up, the second time!"

This is the second time. Zi'an finds that she really has nothing to do with the regent. She really wants to see what the consequences will be if she doesn't do it the second time and the third time.

But still, don't want to take a chance, now he's a harmless paper tiger, but he'll eventually turn back into that big man-eating tiger.

She took off her shoes and got up from the bed carefully, trying not to press his feet as much as possible. After getting on the bed, she found that the space was not as spacious as she had seen before, but it was still enough to lie down, but she had to rely on him. very close.

She was lying flat with her hands on her stomach, not daring to move.

"What are you being restrained about? You are my fiancee, and we will have to sleep in the same bed in the future." Murong Jie said irritably.

When Zi An heard this, she turned her head slightly in surprise and asked, "Are you really going to marry me?"

Murong Jie's tone was cold and threatening, "However, do you still want to regret the marriage?"

"I just think, you don't seem like the kind of person who will be at the mercy of others. My reputation... is not very good." She wanted to say that her reputation was already bad, but she thought so, but she didn't Willing to admit it to him.

Murong Jie closed his eyes and said in a light tone, "Girls with a good reputation, I will catch a lot of them in Beijing."

Zi An was stunned, his chest skipped a beat, what did he mean?

A lot of girls with a good reputation have been caught, but he still doesn't have a princess, does that mean that he married her, not because he was forced to marry by the queen and the queen dowager?

And that little bit, because he volunteered?